Hi!

So, I haven't updated this as often as I would like to, so this is an extra long chapter with lots of cute Gabriel in it...the last chapter was mainly Cas, so this is Gabe and the two will be together in the next chapter...and boy do I have some cute ideas coming up! :D

I hope you liked this one and please, please review!

Enjoy!

Onwards...

Sam looked over at Gabriel. The eldest angel was sat at the motel table, puffing the air in and out of his mouth, blowing dust-balls over the countertop. His hair was slightly damp, the five year old just having had a shower. He still had his pyjamas on, ones with clouds and a sun with a bright happy face on it.

Dean had taken Castiel for a walk, the baby having been screaming all morning. The oldest Winchester had discovered that chicks seemed to dig good looking guys with a cute child. And Dean was taking full advantage of that fact.

Sam sighed; Gabriel looked so bored, just sat there, his dark blond-brown hair stuck to his forehead. He smelled liked baby powder and of baby soap, a smell that Sam remembered from his childhood. He looked around himself, in the motel kitchen. He and Dean had been shopping when they first arrived in this town; they moved around so the Boy's wouldn't get bored and so no one noticed them all that much; they could do without any unwanted attention; and they didn't always know for sure who was in town with them. The last thing they needed was a demon attack on their hands.

Sam bent down at the cupboard nearest him, at Gabriel's little sweetie compartment. Looking in, he grinned and reached inside to pull out a cardboard box. He shook it, looking at the label on the back; Dean did seem to come up with the best ideas.

Smiling widely he turned to Gabriel and cleaned his throat. Gabriel looked up at him, blinking his brown eyes blearily. His shade of brown eyes matched the motel walls perfectly; a kind of milky chocolate.

Sam waved the box at him.

'Wanna make some cakes?'

-x-

'Ok, Chef, what stuff do we need from the cupboards?'

Gabriel squeaked and grabbed the cake-box, eyes scanning the pictures on the back. 'Boxy says a wooden 'poon, a big bowl and paper cake-cases' he read, voice bright and happy.

'Ok. But do you know what we do before we do anything else?'

Gabriel bit his lip, thinking hard. 'Eggs?' he ventured, looking at Sam for conformation. Sam grinned and shook his head.

'Nope, before the eggs.'

Gabriel thought again and closed his eyes, scrunching them tight, trying to will the answer into his brain.

'Hey..' Sam tapped him on the shoulder, Gabriel's eyes blinking open.

Sam then did a good impression of the good 'ol Jazz Hands, waving them in front the angel's face.

'Wash our hands!' screamed Gabriel, smiling wildly and clapping his hands.

'That's it!' grinned Sam, leading the angel over to the sink where he turned on the warm tap. Slowly and deliberately he squeezed some liquid soap onto both their hands, washing all four together, rinsing them off so there were no bubbles left.

'Yay! Now cakes!' yelled Gabriel, drying his hands on the towel and running back to the table.

'Whoa, hold your horses!' smiled Sam, catching up with him. 'What first, chef?' The box of cake-mix Dean had bought was just guidelines; it contained enough flour, but they needed to add everything else.

'Umm...' Gabriel's tongue stuck out as he looked carefully at the instructions. 'Put the butter in the bowl and add the sugar.' He read. 'Then mix with the 'poon until all creamy.' He looked up at Sam. 'You get the butterer and I'll get sugar!'

'Yes, chef!' Sam saluted his angel and collected his ingredients, Gabriel doing the same. Together they mixed the ingredients together in the bowl, the hunter giving the angel the spoon to mix them together with.

Gabriel was concentrating so much with his mixing that he was glaring at the bowl, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth; it was a wonder he didn't forget to breathe as well.

'All done, chef?' asked Sam, after about five minutes of non stop mixing.

'Yep' smiled Gabriel, brown eyes bright. 'Now what do we add?'

'Now it's the two eggs.' Sam gave him an egg and kept the other one; he needed something to do to prove to Dean that he had indeed made these cakes and not brought them from a shop.

'Right, what we do now it smack it on the table gently, just so there's a crack in...Gabriel gently!'

It was too late. Gabriel had slammed the egg down so hard on the side that it was squashed flat under his hand, egg oozing between his fingers.

'..The side of it.' Finished Sam lamely. Gabriel looked up at him, eyes wide, smiling sheepishly.

'Whoops' he giggled, moving his fingers around in the sticky mess.

'Never mind...' smiled Sam, fetching a cloth to clean up the mess with. 'Just wash your hands again and you can come a crack this egg. A little gentler' he added, smiling wryly.

Gabriel rushed to wash his hands, rejoining Sam as the youngest Winchester was about to show him how to crack an egg properly.

He smacked it sharply on the kitchen side before hooking two fingers on either side of the crack, pushing them down, the egg sliding out from the shell into the bowl below it.

'Well done, Sammy' smiled Gabriel, looking at the hunter with awe.

Sam smiled. 'Your turn' He passed the angel the last egg.

Gabriel took a deep breath and cracked it on the side, small fingers coming up to grip the egg, prising it open, the egg plopping into the mixture below.

'YAY!' he screamed, making Sam jump.

'Well done!' Sam patted him on the back. 'Now we mix them together...' he showed the angel how to do it, then letting Gabriel take over.

'That's it, now we sieve in the flour.'

'Me do it!' shouted Gabriel, grabbing at the flour. Sam passed him the bag and held the sieve over the mixture, waiting for Gabriel to tip in the pre-weighed flour. The angel did so and Sam handed him the sieve to move around, trying to get the flour through the little holes.

Gabriel flung the sieve in every direction, white flour going everywhere, all over the floor, all in their faces.

'Haha, look, Sam! Your Santa!' cried the angel, laughing at the hair in over Sam's face, in his hair and eyebrows.

'Ho ho ho' smiled Sam, wiping his face. 'Now time for more mixing.'

Gabriel grabbed the wooden spoon in both hands, Sam grabbing the bowl in case Gabriel flung it off the table. Gabriel started mixing ferociously, both arms working wildly. He was laughing whilst he was doing it, brown eyes shining with mirth.

Sam looked down at him; it was unusual to see the angel so happy; when he was grown, Sam had only seen him laugh at someone elses pain; he much preferred this Gabriel.

Soon, the mixture was smooth and creamy, Gabriel happily licking the spoon.

'Not too much, Gabriel' Sam warned him. 'You'll get a poorly tummy from the raw eggs.'

Gabriel nodded, carrying on with the spoon licking. Sam spooned the mixture into the little cases, turning on the small oven in the corner of the room.

Gabriel stood by his legs as he put the cases into the hot oven, the angel hovering next to him.

They stood watching them for a few minutes.

Then Gabriel tugged on his sleeve.

'Are they cooked yet?'

-x-

'Kids, I'm home!'

Dean carefully unstrapped Castiel from the holder across his chest, the baby happily kicking his legs in the free hair. The hunter took out the wad of phone numbers he had collected that day and put them on the side, gently holding Castiel to his shoulder, the angel grizzling slightly, blue eyes shining and searching. Castiel hair was all flyaway, the black curls sticking up in odd directions.

'Sammy?' Dean called, making his way into the small kitchen area. 'Gabriel?'

Castiel even turned his head, as though looking for his big brother, whilst Dean searched for his little one. Dean walked them both into the little living-room area.

Where he stopped, smiling broadly.

Gabriel and Sam were sat at the table, a plate of chocolate iced cakes on the surface between them. There was just one left, sitting right in the middle of the plate.

'Hey guys...you left me a cake, thanks.'

Dean grinned and reached for the cake. Quick as a flash, quicker that a human eye could see, Gabriel's hand shot out, grabbed the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Dean stopped in mid-air, Castiel balanced in his other arm, mouth open in shock.

Sam on the other hand, burst out laughing, doubling over, tears in his eyes. Gabriel just sat there munching on the cake, a big grin on his crumb covered face.

'Well...' stated Dean, looking down at Castiel, whose bright eyes were shining, mouth open in a smile in reaction to Sam's laughter.

'That wasn't very fair, was it?'

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it : )

Thanks for reading, a new chapter should be up soon...very cute stuff coming up, trust me on that!

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